An Awfully Big Adventure

P.L. O'Hara:
There were times when I was close to death, and each time I thought "I have a son, and it will not be the end of me." But it is. I may not face it as well as I faced death...

Stella:
I know other words. Just that no one cares to hear them.

P.L. O'Hara:
Some disky spirit compels me now to make my dying speech.

P.L. O'Hara:
There have been times when I was close to death. I knew it... felt it... and what I thought was, "I have a son, and it will not be the end of me." But it is.

Stella:
I know other words. Just that no one cares to hear them.

P.L. O'Hara:
Some disky spirit compels me now to make my dying speech.

P.L. O'Hara:
Don't you love me just a bit?

Stella:
No, I love another.

Stella:
But Mr. Potter, you haven't seen me act!

Meredith Potter:
Oh, I rather think I have.

Meredith Potter:
Does everybody know everybody? Well, if you don't, you will. And you all know me, or what they say about me, and all of that is true. So the thing is, it's a heavy season, and you're all going to have to work very very hard. But you're all the very best people we could find... for the money.

Desmond Fairchild:
Mr. Potter, I'm having trouble finding my character.

Meredith Potter:
So I've noticed. [Turns and leaves]

Stella:
It's been awful. There was this man who seduced me. It wasn't my fault. [shouting into the telephone] I'm learning, Mother! I'm just bending down to tie a shoelace. Everyone else is waiting around the corner.

Meredith Potter:
[During rehearsal] What do you think the play's about, Stella?

Stella:
[pauses] Love.

Meredith Potter:
I think it's about Time. I think we're all mourners at a funeral procession and that some of us have simply dropped behind to tie a shoelace. Contact with the beloved is suspended, but the dead are still there, so to those who we think we love, just around a dangerous corner, waiting to be caught up with.

Dotty Blundell:
What about Desmond Fairchild? What's your estimation of him?

Stella:
He's a c*nt.

Rose:
You can't do anything I don't hear about, not on that motorbike. [a beat] You won't find her. Not now.

P.L. O'Hara:
I might. And I might find him.

Rose:
How will you know?

P.L. O'Hara:
I'll know. Little chap, stands like me.

Rose:
How's that?

P.L. O'Hara:
Heroical, twice nightly.

Rose:
What'll become of her, Bunny? [Shakes the unconscious Stella] What will become of you? If you're lucky, you'll end up like me, at least me. I was as silly as you in a lot of ways, still am. A sickness, my girl, being something else. [Looks around the theatre] Came to the right place for it, I'll say that.